Looking and Loving

Looking and Loving

Looking at the clouds I am being mesmerised 
By their white tails and curly shapes 
By their full bellies poked 

Like Buddha´s plump chubby chuckle 
Of tranquillity and absolutely no struggle

I am flabbergasted 

By their blurry bodies 
Of golden rays 

Sent from the Universe and 
By the airy condom like layer 

Guarding our future prayer 
Observing the distant horizon bald and hilly 
Sparsely poured by spires 

Of sitting trees 

In the sponge of woodland´s blanket 
Like soldiers in their trenches 
   - crouching in freezing winter haze 

   - soaked in whiskey sweat 
   - disappearing in vapours 

   - of atrocities of fighting
   - in foggy mist and misty fog 

   - of repeated history 
   - tears of lonely horny days 

   - are trickling down through their beards 
   - while clutching in their blistered filthy fingers 

   - pictures of their maidens 
   - whose pigtails are tickling their shoulders 

   - proud of bold fighters 
   - and corners of their mouths 

   - are seducing all passers-by 
   - crippled by stupidity 

   - of unsolicited sacrifice 

I am stupefied by the sharp light 

Prickling my sight 
Making my eyes squint 

Into Japanese lines. 
Looking at the abandoned grey cloud´s posture 
Moulded into smallish fish 

Whose protruding flippers 

Are caressing airy breeze 
I am mystified by its unique swimming 

Along its peers 
As if it were a definite article 

Defining already defined oneness of things

And I think of you 

While resting my eyes 

On aeroplane paths 
   - paving crossroads all over the blue window 

   - into the unknown, 
   - severing never delayed birds ´ flights 

   - chirping away their cheerful songs 
   - elevating the wings 

   - of my fallen spirits 
I love the copular verb 

That makes you be 
I love the grammatical structure 

Of you name 

Ubiquitous in every vein 
I love the distance between us 
Making our longing urgent and 

Never ending 
I love our getting closer 
Diminishing the space by gerund pacing and 

Its friendly noun pace 
I am darting towards you 
Like a voice blurring out 

From someone´s throat
Like a shot triggered 

By your little finger 
Slowly slicking my hair 

Into smooth foreplay of our game 
I am holding my chin up high 

Confident to catch your unborn fame

 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed the poem. You made the language come alive and a pleasure journey in your words.
"I love the copular verb that makes you be
I love the grammatical structure of you name ubiquitous in every vein
I love the distance between us
making our longing urgent and never ending "
The above lines were my favorite. Positive and beautiful. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Kate]

Thank you so much

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.

[Chris]

"Of you name " - perhaps "your"?

This one struck me in a way the first few I saw hadn't. YOU really came across as a person in this one. If it wasn't bout you - it could have been. A sense of insight behind your eyes.